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Inscribed in graphite, upper center: "4"

Lettered inside image: "The Shepherd. | How sweet is the Shepherds sweet lot! | From the morn to the evening he strays: | He shall follow his sheep all the day | And his tongue shall be filled with praise. | For he hears the lambs innocent call. | And he hears the ewes tender reply. | He is watchful while they are in peace, | For they known when their Shepherd is nigh."; Lettered on verso, inside image: "The Little Black Boy | My mother bore me in the southern wild, | And I am black, but O! my soul is white. | White as an angel is the English child: | But I am black as if bereav'd of light. | My mother taught me underneath a tree | And sitting down before the heat of day. | She took me on her lap and kissed me. | And pointing to the east began to say. | Look on the rising sun: there God does live | And gives his light. and gives his heat away. | And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive | Comfort in morning joy in the noon day. | And we are put on earth a little space. | That we may learn to bear the beams of love. | And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face | Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove. | For"